Rosewood Page #3

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was such a thing.

Most of us doin' better than

them folks over in Sumner.

You ever seen a place

like Rosewood, Mr. Mann?

No, ma'am.

"Well, we know how to get money

when we need some," said Pecos.

"All right,"

nodded Essex.

"That's fine.

"But don't tell anybody

I told you...

"or I'll cut off

your ears."

He's a tough

character, Essex.

"Well, cross my heart

and hope you die,"

replied Lightning fervently.

"Well, that's fine,"

replied Essex.

"Now, go home

and shut up."

"Or lose your ears,"

added Thunder.

And that's it.

Next chapter next week.

I'm going up Sumner, buying

a drink for some of the boys.

John, I was thinking

we might read aloud...

from the Good Book tonight.

It'll still

be good tomorrow.

All right, boys, up to bed.

Dad, come on.

Dad, could we please stay

up just a few more minutes?

Best do what

your ma says.

She ain't my ma.

Timothy.

What'd you say?

What'd you say,

Timothy?

What was that for?

That's so you don't get

to thinking like your brother.

Get on to bed now.

Get on to bed!

Sorry about that,

Mary, love.

I guess the boys

still miss her.

You do, too, I reckon.

You're damn right

I miss her. Pardon me.

Only natural. Only been gone

I'm going to

that auction tomorrow.

Get that plot of land.

Does that mean

we're staying, then?

Ain't no sense

of moving away.

I get Bradley's 5 acres, build

some bins out back, sell feed.

Make enough money,

in a few years,

we'll move to Gainesville,

open a bigger store, biggest

they ever seen in Florida.

Did you ever consider

how I feel living here?

Why don't you go on

and have that drink?

You be all right

alone here New Year's?

I got Jesus with me.

Go ahead.

There he is.

Gertie looks good.

Watch yourself,

there, Carter.

Watch yourself there.

I'm gonna cut a rug.

Cut a rug.

Go on, cut that rug,

but don't cut it too deep.

Come on.

Dance like he's riding

Booker T.

Twirl that man, Scrappie.

Listen here, now.

Y'all take notes, all right?

I don't want to have to

do this more than once.

Come on, man,

show him how to do it.

Sylvester can't

do no dancing.

Africa.

Africa.

Nigerian.

My arm!

My arm! My arm! My arm!

I got you. I got you.

I... I brung you

some coffee.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I shouldn't have

snuck up on you.

You ridin' out today?

I might be here

a couple more days anyway.

Thinkin' about lookin' in on

that piece of land over there.

Bye.

Mornin', Mr. Mann.

Mornin', boy.

Tomorrow's my birthday.

You gonna come to my party?

You gonna have cake?

Yes, sir, chocolate.

Why is she skippin'?

Good coffee.

Morning, Mr. Mann.

Small town, people talk.

Old hangover remedy.

My granddaddy

taught me.

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